Ogre,

I find in dealing with you that a written record of developments is helpful to ensure transparency and clarity for you.

You have undoubtedly noticed that your enemy status has been reinstated and you undoubtedly know why, but I shall explain regardless.

You have stated loudly your opinion that the Theocracy "lacks purpose," presumably because you have regularly stated, even whilst you were Her Regent, that you do not believe the Theocracy's goal to surpass the Gods is "purpose." To that, I ask, what Theocracy did you ever stand for? For I have stood for the Theocracy since nearly the day it was created, and its purpose has not changed.

You have stated that "Theocracy has little meaning these days." It is somewhat bewildering to me that you use the phrase "these days" when your own tenure within the city has been so short, but that is neither here nor there. You have made quite clear that you challenge my appointment by the very Gods you claim to serve. To that, I ask, what is Theocracy if not governance by the Divine and submission to Their will?

The Sun Drinker's word is law in the North, and I am Her Regent. To defy me is to defy Her. Indeed, to wield magic as you do is to defy Her law.

You are nothing but a rellyw, Ogre, and a criminal one at that. Your every breath defies Her. If your aim is any sort of reconciliation with the North, you should begin by rectifying this defiance.

Should you desire your enemy status revoked, you will retract your statements publically and confirm these simply truths. Should you desire to be a citizen again, you will submit to the law of the Theocracy and the will of its Regent. This is how Theocracy has always worked and how it shall be. Only the enlightened are worthy of wielding the power that permeates our world. Only those capable of Control shall harness what toes the very line between our ascension or our undoing.

You are not one such individual, Ogre. You are a blunt weapon guided entirely by uncontrolled temper and emotion. Grow into more, or continue to spout delusions. I care very little.

You are digging a hole for yourself, however, that only becomes more difficult to climb out of.

In service to the Empty Throne and its Guardian,

Sheryni Nebre'seir
Regent

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 16th of Lexadian, in the year 10 AC.